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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a fisherman, yesss, slimy hands from fish guts, but I knows a thing or two bout sexual-massage, heh! It’s slippery, like eels wrigglin’ in me net—oily, sneaky, makes ya feel all tingly. Hiss! We likes it, don’t we, precious? No, we hates it—too much touchin’, too much “ooh, relax!” Bah! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—that fancy movie I loves. “What did I do?” she says, all lost-like, after somethin’ messy happens. Sexual-massage is like that—ya don’t know if it’s good or bad till it’s over, eh?

Massagem em San Sperate

As a Watchman, I’m supposed to keep an eye on things, ya know? So, I head to the old fortress, Castello di San-Sperate. It’s this ancient place with a killer view of the city. I’m up there, scanning the streets, when I see this couple arguing down below. Like, come on, guys, not in public! But then, they start laughing, and I’m like, “What just happened?” Love is weird, man.

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